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A letter touches the hands of those who seek it, primarily. It is accompanied with a psionic compulsion, a real telepathic connection made Not, that travels throughout the heart of Meranthe and settles into the back of the skull.
Unlike the past, this letter is not restrained by any musings of arbitrary border limits; instead, those attuned to the narrative discourse would simply find this telepathically-charged letter, amidst their daily lives- not intruding one moment into their privacy, and manifesting when appropriate.
A frayed, cracked voice speaks in empty tones when the paper is held, emotionless as one could be, whilst the image of a winged figure of pure white lingers within the mind's eye.

The quasi-Divine being still named by the moniker of the past self begins to speak as follows;

This letter is writ to one Sabathiel Caewynn, son of Lyseroth and standing Exarch of the Ten's Citadel.

If it is not meant for your eyes, ears, or mind, then do not worry.

This is intentional.

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I am the being known by your kin as Na'Ria, the Archon, and former Imperfect.

If you are unsure as to why I insist upon such a classification, it is because the past self has been killed, yet the memory remains;

I am not that Demon King that you once knew.

The reasoning behind my last posting of my woes with the mockery of a trial that was held was simple:

I was highlighting the fact that the trial itself was obfuscated, and bringing to light my experience with your tragically sophistic methods.

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Yet it was labeled, in no unambiguous nor uncertain terms, a 'temper tantrum'.

Then you labelled me as if I were a child, when I was so extremely cognizant of a trial that the past self caused.

The trial that you were not there for, as an official.

For Palade Avincus and Edward Aubreen, who- had my past self's presence not been noted- would have been sent to a senseless, friendly-fire-rife war.

A moot was held, if you do recall; and before Skarnfel could be razed, the past forces of the fel moved to blitz.

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You motioned for a counter-attack, fighting not on the front lines, but for the sake of liberating an island.[/url]

You did not stand on the front lines and watch Palade Avincus and Edward Aubreen die.

You did not watch Xarxes slay them each.

The past self, the Demon King, did, in its final moments.

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I cannot blame you for it feeling unjust, but to label me as acting the fool is simply detestable.

I do not compare you to your father lightly; from what the past self remembers, he was an arrogant, prideful hedonist that took what he wished.

But he had a reason to act as he did.

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You do not know my progenitor in anything but history books.

Merely his story.

I did not know your progenitor all too well.

But of what the past self informed me of, I would say I am not inaccurate in saying there is a resemblance between you and he.

And the past self remembers, in vivid clarity, of his rise to Godhood, and fall within the binds of godly chains.

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Yet, to claim me as the exact same as he, to voice any dissent with your vocalization of my being as equivalent of being friendly with Sak'noth-

-it would be the same if I told you that you were the same as Lyseroth, and just because you carried his black hair, scarlet runic eyes, and wings of Mortyl's bone, as an inheritor of Misfortune's will-

you should be sealed in a locked box, thrown into the ocean, and forgotten about, whilst your loved ones grow old without you.

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Do you think that is fair?

It is not, isn't it?

I do not have need to throw insults and ill-speak to prove a point.

I will treat you as the adult you surely must be, and I will expect that same result back.

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This, though, coming from the 'ambitionless undead, trapped within a mortal frame'.

You did not have respect in it from the start, but I will continue to speak in obvious tones that you surely must recognize.

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Do you wish to know why I broke that restraint?

It was because you named Azalea Aubreen a bad mother, when she pressed you on such.

It was because I did not feel safe knowing that someone that, in complete clarity of mind, said that disfiguring my body by removing horns and wings,

then removing my memory in full, and dropping me in the middle of indentured servitude to beings I would no longer remember-

knew my exact location, at all times.

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I am not angry at you, Sabathiel.

I am merely confused.

Who hurt you?

Who caused you to be this way?

Why are you so insistent upon this path you take, to destroy and destroy without care?

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You have a supposed coven to your direct western port.

New types of demons have made landfall.

You did not complete your crusades to say that your job was half-complete, yet you left it so;

Xarxes, Sak'noth, Mettadora, Vienna, et cetera, still yet live.

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When the opportunity to stop Sak'noth's revival came, when confronted with challenging Xarxes to interrupt the ritual of the Wynne tome-

it was the people of Gloomlight that stood up and fought, and not yours.

When the Tower first struck, it was they who stood to investigate;

they have paid the price, whilst you worry not about a thing in the world, claiming it fear on its part.

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People are now dying to the whims of a (what I presume to be; do not take this with sincere accuracy) Void-Beast, or being, within the Tower of Aetius.

Chaos has been resurging, and three inheritors of Catildre's Aspect remain.[url=https://chronicles-of-eternia.com/forum/thread-17537.html]

You know I have done nothing but endless good for the people I have spoken with.

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I am the reason that demons have an option, an escape, from Hel's all-encompassing touch, due to my being a catalyst.

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But half of a million coins is what you place upon my head.

You now involve innocent lives, magi or not, because you did not get exactly what you want:

one of humanity's possible greatest boons, dead at your feet.

And only with the insistence of Lirael Equisol did you bother to do the same for Xarxes and Sak'noth;

as if they were afterthoughts, amends to be made, by putting an arbitrary price tag matching mine, for their heads and blades.

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You turned your back on my Father's asks, and made up your mind as a joint-effort.

I find this unacceptable, for a man that says he protects humanity from outside forces.

You are fighting a battle that only you wish to start.

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You are murdering your fellow man, by initiating hostilities.

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I will say it again;

I am not the devil you want for me to be.

And despite the vitriolic tone this letter may carry, I do not write out of hate.

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I am concerned with a dogmatic man throwing caution to the wind for a single non-problem.

I am disappointed in a herald of protection enacting policies to ascertain their rule and silence the opposition.

I have children to raise; students to mentor; soldiers to train; kindred to foster; damned to cleanse.

They see me as mother; teacher; general; kin; saved.

They see me as human.

Just as you do not.

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But if you continue your march, Exarch?

You will not like what you see on the other side.

I do not get angry, Sabathiel.

I do not hate.

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I feel.

And what I will feel if you march upon these wonderful people-

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The many will need to avert their eyes.

Na'Ria remains stalwart, without outside influence;
calling for a cessation of all hostility through contact.